I love my Captain

As I said, I watched Parallel Worlds, Parallel Lives last night. It is one of the best things I've seen.
Imagine this; quantum mechanics to the backdrop of the EELS, it's like my version of porn.
Quantum mechanics is fascinating, and the idea of parallel universes is something that appeals to me greatly. It is also something that makes sense to me and it was the conclusion I came to myself when pondering the universe and fate.

Sometimes I miss physics as it was something I was good at and something that was enjoyable. Not all the work was fun, but the thought provoking side to it all was amazing. It was just a series of events that lead me to leaving physics behind.
I don't regret it though as even though I find it really interesting it's not something that I would call a passion. I could not be a scientist sat in his lab writing paper after paper and never getting recognition.

Music though, that's probably a passion of mine but I can never imagine how I could incorporate it into my life other than just having it as a hobby. But a hobby will keep me sane all the same.
And Mark Oliver Everett. I love him so much. He is without doubt my hero, and it's nice to have a living hero for once as my list of heroes is:

• Joe Strummer

I may have some other heroes but I can't think of any others right now that are real people and not fictional characters.
I'd love to have a conversation with Everett and after that conversation he would most likely be my best friend. I doubt he would return the love.

Back to today. I woke up far to early today and have been feeling a bit weird. Similar to when I donated blood so the only logical explanation for this is that last night while I was asleep a vampire came and drank some of my blood.
"But Dan, wont you become a vampire?" I hear you ask.
No, I wont. See they only took my blood and I didn't drink from theirs so I'll be fine, I'll just be feeling a bit fainty for the day.
Luckily I am reading the book The Vampire Watchers Handbook: A Guide for Slayers so if they come back I'll be ready.

I've been catching up on all the various films and programs I recorded over the holidays and today that included White Noise 2: The Light.
The sole reason for why I wanted to watch this film was because it had Nathan Fillion in it.
And if I ever meet a girl who loves him for the same reason as I do, well chances are I will marry that girl.

The film though was a very enjoyable one regardless of Fillion, but he made it all the better. It wasn't a comedy but it did have a couple of moments of his hilarious humour. And there was also a Firefly reference thrown it there too because the majority of people who would of watched that film would do it for the same reason as myself.
It started as a good film with some occasional humour and gave you a good warm feeling towards humanity. But then it became darker as more pieces were put together and things were no longer as simple as you once thought.
There was also a character called Sherry Clarke and I know someone called Sherri Clarke. If I had been a strong, paranoid believer in the paranormal I would of been worried about this, but as I am not, I was not.
A good film all in all made all the better by the beautiful face or Mr. Fillion.
The first White Noise was also a good film, and a far more chilling one until the final climax.
Sadly, film corporations don't like films where there is no physical villain and though out White Noise there was no villain, just three ghosty figures that would occasionally flash upon the screen. And my word those mother fuckers didn't half make me jump.
But the final climax these figures were now physical apparitions and that ruined the fact that they could be anywhere and could get you at anytime.
The film corporations don't think we can handle a film where the evil has no form and cannot he harmed.  They don't like evil prevailing over good. They think the audience don't want to be reminded of their morality and then on top of that have a villain that could strike you down at any moment for no reason.
I say fuck off to them. I can handle myself just fine.
And sometimes I want to watch a film that leaves me feeling empty afterwards because if a film has such an affect on me like that, then it is going to be a great film.